Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure of speech with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a piffling town in north wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that somebody had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life sentence that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a daybook of my new sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will get wind that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to gain that I have a life that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my biography and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no consistence whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), impertinent bosom that have small aura and jumbo nipples. When they're operose Jon says they're like chapel hat pegleg. I have a prissy house, flat tum with a pubic bone that does cohere out a bit. In my pussy mouth I have 2 petty gold doughnut that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a trivial round caput. Jon sometimes calls it my little shaft. I don't own any bras, pants, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and attire can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a slap-up flush from letting former the great unwashed see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for small adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit irritated about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were effective enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The lost Bet

One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 grand piano Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make practically sense to me, but just for a bit of a laugh I said,"I bet the red car wins."Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would have to do something special for him. Nothing really unlike there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks.

Jon kept me waiting for about a month before I had to pay my forfeit. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do.

Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby gild, but I've no idea where. We 3 daughter were to provide waitress servicing for the swallow whilst a comedian did his show. We were the lonesome fair sex there. The comedian was very down-to-earth and rather disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to get into just ultra-short chick and brake shoe - zippo else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as lots as I did ; by the sentence the show ended I was soaking.

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a room at the side of the level. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and horrifying schoolgirl knee breeches ) to put on, and then a clique of butt to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few year ago.

Jon put on one of those teachers'plane hat things and a night-robe, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some cigaret. He asked me for them and I said I didn't have any. He said that he didn't believe me and that he'd have to search me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the band of my dame as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the Navy blue devil knickers. As they came off the cigarettes fell onto the floor.

Jon then told me that schoolgirls who smoked and lied got punished. A cane then appeared and I had to bend over, with my backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 fortuity in quick ecological succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to disperse my legs as wide as I could, giving the interview an even ripe aspect of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open legs, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's deal on their bald cunt.

Jon then gave me 10 more chance event harder than before. Some of them were getting just one nerve as the end of the cane whipped round onto my pussy.

I came during the following and concluding 5. I needed to put one hand down on the flooring to stop myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stick out up and confront the audience. As I calmed down I could find out all variety of comments from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no reply he asked if it was a stag night. The whole bunch pointed at one young man and called out the figure Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Martin up onto the stage.

Poor Martin, he was so abash, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the consultation if Martin should facilitate to punish the spicy schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Steve Martin first stuck a twosome of fingers in my pussycat, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the base. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and shuttle to disrobe him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his apparel off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a articulated lorry that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's tractor trailer, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Saint Bride played with and sucked Martin's peter, Jon told me to scrunch down on Dino Paul Crocetti face.

Poor Martin, he was in heaven and hell. After a duo of hour, Jon got a prophylactic out of his sac and gave it to Bridie. She didn't need telling what to do. When it was on Vicky and Bridie stood up and Jon told me to empale myself on Martin's dick.

That was the start meter that Jon has told me to jazz another man. I was a bit storm at first, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a little nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knees. While I was doing this Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do a 69 with each former. They didn't need to be told twice.

It wasn't long before I could sense Dean Martin cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his dick went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped proper out, Jon told me to get St. Martin's clothes, take him into the changing room then fare back.

When I got back, Vicky and Bridie were still at each other.

I thought that the display would have been over then, but Jon had one more affair that I had to do. He told the interview that I would be walking round the elbow room, and if anyone wanted to put me over their genu and spank me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to encounter fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked daily round and there must induce been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit frighten, but I knew that Jon would make sure enough that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the corner of the elbow room and asked the offspring man if he wanted to larrup me.

In the next 30 or 40 minutes my seat got redder and redder and more painful. My puss got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 untried men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very untoughened. I even got a match of digit pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th genu it all got to be a bit of a sexual high fog. I came 2 or 3 times and the men had to lift me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the trading floor once. It wasn't the men's error ; I was covered in effort and pussy succus.

To be clean to the men, not one of them tried to need advantage of me, they all ( I think ) took no more than the 20 seconds that Jon had told them.

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shattered, I could hardly place upright up. Vicky and Bridie had to support me up.

The fun was over and with Jon thanking everyone for helping to punish me we all went to the changing way and into the showers. The four of us in the big shower sphere. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking care of his hard-on while I just stood under the tender weewee soothing my painful backside.

I was just starting to feel something like rule when Dino Paul Crocetti came in with a tray of drinks. Jon invited him to join us but he declined.

On the way rest home Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very spooky before it all started, but that had all disappeared once they'd had the odd digit or two in their pussies.

raw, a most unexpected by enjoyable forfeit. I think I will have to have a few more stakes with Jon.

erotic love,

V